Running Away Toward...

Life handed me an interesting moment today. For weeks I’ve been looking forward to a concert of sorts, worried that I would change my mind at the last moment for concern of money, or that I’d forget only to remember after the music had already begun. I imagined the evening, the building, how I looked, what songs would be played, how I would meet the musical hero and what words he would write in my notepad, all the while knowing inside that daydreams rarely turn out as I expect. After so many of those disappointing moments, the shattered reveries, I finally had a life experience that turned out almost exactly as I had hoped it would, bringing my imaginings into reality. I sit here, running our brief conversation through my mind, wondering if I sounded silly, or if I did anything wrong, simultaneously believing- as so many fans do- that I had some sort of connection with my star, a minute of something real that the others before and after me couldn’t possibly have had, that moment of knowing someone understands my plight in a way those around me every day can’t comprehend. For that one strange instant, all was right, and I can now be happy.